Everyone follows Gandalf through the town. All of them with confused looks on their faces.
Fred gets up close to Gandalf and says, "Excuse me, Mr. Gandalf but what did you mean by saying we have along journey ahead of us. Where are we going?"
"Oh, I'm sorry! Didn't I say?" Gandalf start. "We need to go to Mount Doom and destroy the ring for good."
"What! We can't do that!" Fred says. "My friends and I need to get back to Earth."
"I know that." Gandalf says. "But the only way for you to get back is to destroy the ring."
"But—" Fred starts.
"You want to help you friends don't you?" Gandalf interrupts.
"Well of course but who will carry the ring?" Fred asks.
"The young woman, I think her name is Daphne." Is the reply.
"But Daphne can't carry it. It has too much power." Fred complains.
"It has lost quite a bit of its power since when Frodo threw it in." Gandalf states.
"Still, I will not let you drag Daphne into all of this." Fred says.
"It's okay Freddie. I can handle it." Daphne joins in.
"No! I will not let them do this to you!" Fred yells.
Daphne looks into Fred's eyes, puts her hand on his shoulder and then whispers, "It's okay, Freddie. I can handle it." Fred gives Daphne a gentle hug.
Velma along with Shaggy and Scooby join Fred and Daphne at the front of the group. "Fred being overprotective of you again?" Velma asks chuckling slightly. "You could say that." Daphne replies. "But, he's doing it for my own good. He's just so sweet." Velma just smiles.
"So, where are we going now?" Velma asks Gandalf.
"Rivendale." Gandalf answers.
"Why there?" Daphne asks.
"Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli are waiting for us there." Gandalf replies, "I had sent word to them earlier to meet us there."
"Legolas." Daphne parrots, "Isn't he that hot Elf with braded hair portrayed by Orlando Bloom in the movies?"
"Like, the very same." Shaggy replies, who had overheard their conversation, "Orlando Bloom is, like, my hero!"
"Hot?" Merry and Pippin ask belwilderly.
"Our lingo for cute, handsome, good-looking etcetera." Clarifies Velma.
"I can't wait to meet him." Daphne sighs dreamily.
"How far away are we from Rivendale?" Velma asks chuckling slightly to herself about Daphne's little statement.
"We should get there in about three days." Gandalf replies.
A couple hours later everyone is walking through some weird town with a lot of weird people. All the people are looking at them with cold stares and mean frowns. Everyone one in the town is all dirty and their clothes are all torn. Daphne starts to get a bit frightened we she thinks of all the danger that there would be during the journey, she huddles close to Fred. Fred puts his arm around her helps her walk through the dark path. Gandalf leads everybody to a large clearing. "Once we cross this clearing, go over the hill, cross the stream and go through the woods we will be in Rivendale." Gandalf states.
"Like, when do we stop to eat?" Shaggy asks.
"I think we might be able to get some food tomorrow." Gandalf answers.
"What?!" Shaggy yells.
"But Gandalf," Merry and Pippin whine, "we had lunch a long time ago and it will be dinner soon and we haven't had second lunch!"
"Second lunch?" Scooby and Shaggy parrot.
"Yes." Merry explains, "Us Hobbits have six meals a day."
"Like, Scoob!" Shaggy exclaims, "I have the feeling that being a Hobbit won't be so bad after all"
"Ri rink Ri'm ronna rike rit rhere!" Scooby choruses out.
"Quiet!" Gandalf scolds, "There have been Orks around this area lately and we can't risk getting captured."
"Oh." Shaggy whispers as he covers his mouth.
After a while, several hours after dark, they stop in a little clearing and settle down the night.
The next day they stop at a small pub at the end of the clearing. "We will rest here for a while." Gandalf says. "Okay, I'd like to order a can of Coors Light Beer." Fred says to the bartender as he enters the building. "What?" the Bartender asks who seems not to know what that is. "I'd stick with a pint if I were you." Merry suggests. "Or, a gallon!" suggests Pippin who apearantly is drunk. Pippin starts to hiccup constantly. Everyone burst into laughter. "But that's what I don't understand," Fred exclaims, "what kind of beer is a 'pint'?"
"Hey, Velma do you want something to drink? I'm paying." Daphne calls out. "No thanks," Velma replies, "you know I have a low alcohol tolerance." "Like, no kidding, Velma." Shaggy jokes, "You get drunk on non-alcoholic drinks." Velma just grins thinking back to what the gang told here about the time she got drunk and sang on the bar room piano.
"Why don't you drink something?" Daphne urges, "There are plenty of old-fashioned beers here why don't you try one?"
"Okay," Velma gives in. "Right, then." Daphne says triumphantly, "What type will you have?"
"Root." Is the reply.
"What?"
"Root Beer?" Velma confirms. Noticing the 'are you trying to be funny' face displayed by Daphne, Velma just simply states, "I'll just have water, okay?"
After a while, they sit at a table and sip their drinks. "Well," Frodo says breaking the silence, "you seem to know a lot about us, how about you tell us a little about yourselves." "Yeah," Sam joins in, "like why you acted that way when you first came into town." "And what's a 'Coors Light'?" Pippin continues.
The gang look at each other not knowing to explain anything to them. "I'm sure you have a lot to explain to us." Urges Gandalf.
Fred swallows hard then answers, "Well,—"
"Answer the third question first!" Pippin jumps up.
"Pippin!" the others scold.
"What?" Pippin defends himself, "I'm always anxious to learn what's new on the market!"
"Excuse Pippin." Merry apologizes for his friend, "Please continue."
"Well," Fred starts, "Maybe we should first explain to you that we are not really Hobbits."
"What?!" Frodo, Sam, Merry and Pippin exclaim in unison.
"It's true." Daphne continues, "I bought the ring in an antique jewelry store in the Twenty-First Century, I took it home, it fell into the fire and it beamed us here."
"And when we arrived, we found out that we had turned into Hobbits." Continues Velma.
"Twenty-First Century?" Frodo parrots, "But I don't understand."
"Like, neither to we." Shaggy sighs.
A few minutes later they leave the pub, and head over the hill. At the top of the hill they can see the stream and the forest. "Oh, It's so beautiful up here." Remarks Daphne. "Yes. All the wildflowers, the stream. It's lovely." agrees Velma. "We should reach the stream in about a hour and then we can catch some fish and eat." Gandalf says. "Rippee!!" exclaims Scooby.
"Do you think there are going to be any Orks in the woods?" Daphne asks.
"Maybe, so we need to be careful." Gandalf states. "We should be approaching the forest by nightfall and then it will take about a day to get through. But then we will spend the night in Rivendale."
They all approach the stream and automatically sit down after they rest a few minutes they start a campfire, and the men go fishing. "Hey, like what are we going to fish with? We didn't pack any fishing rods." Shaggy asks.
"Hey that's we didn't. I guess we have to fish with our hands." Fred states.
"Yuck!" Shaggy exclaims, "Like, if only there were clams here."
"Rams?" parrots Scooby, "Ruck!"
"Stop playing around you two!" Freddie scolds.
Eventually, they catch something and take it to the girls so that they can cook it. "Like, that was good!" Shaggy exclaims as he and Scooby relax on the cool grass. "Get lots of rest." Gandalf instructs, "We have a long day ahead of us, and we must be quick because we are a bit behind schedule."
Meanwhile in Rivendale, "I wonder what's keeping them." Arwen ponders as she cradles her four-year-old son. "I don't know. They should have been here hours ago." Aragorn answers as he paces the floor for the tenth time. "Do you think we should send out a search party?" Legolas asks.
"That might be a good idea." Is the reply.
"This could be fun." Gimli says as he picks up his axe.
"I'll get some men together." Aragorn says as he exits the room.
"Rise and shine, sleepy heads." Gandalf calls out.
Six little Hobbits reluctantly stick their heads out of the pile of blankets. "What time is it?" Freddie asks sleepily. Daphne looks at her watch and replies, "Four thirty." "Like, call us when breakfast is ready." Shaggy says as he and Scooby pull the blankets over their heads.
Sam, Frodo, Merry and Pippin quickly emerge from their beds in stretch. "I had forgotten what it's like to sleep on the ground." Frodo comments.
"Frankly, I don't see how you did it." Daphne admires, "This is nothing like my nice warm bed. As a matter of fact, I don't think that any girl can sleep comfortably on the ground." She quickly looks around her and notices that there is one missing. "Hey!" She exclaims, "Has anyone seen Velma?"
The others look at each other. All eyes then turn to a little lump in the blankets. Fred pulls the covers off to reveal Velma fast asleep. "No girl can sleep comfortably on the ground, eh?" Fred teases playfully.
"Hey, I'm used to a nice, comfortable, warm bed." Daphne defends herself, "Anyway, when Velma was younger, she was always falling out of her bed onto a nice hard floor."
"As if you never did." Fred chuckles.
"Hey!"
"Stop that quarrelling!" Gandalf snaps. His voice then turns a little softer, "See if you can wake Velma."
Scooby quickly jumps out of his nice warm bed and rushes over to where young girl is sleeping. He pulls the covers off of Velma and presses his cold, wet nose against her warm cheek. As a reaction, Velma just smiles and stirs slightly into what would appear to be a more comfortable position. Scooby doesn't give up and climbs onto a branch directly above Velma. "Rahoo!" he calls out as he leaps off the limb, falling on the sleeping girl and landing on her stomach.
"Scooby!" Velma scolds as she awakens from the Great Dane's impact. "Rorry." Scooby whimpers realizing that Velma was not too pleased in his methods of waking people up. Helping Velma up, Scooby says under his breath, "Rit rorked ror Rarfield."
Everyone looks at Scooby. "Like, wow, Scoob!" Shaggy exclaims, "I never thought you liked Garfield!"
"Rhe's runny!" Scooby chuckles.
"So then I suppose you liked the movie." Daphne smiles.
"Rehehehehehehehehe!"
"Alright!" Aragon calls out to his band of men. They are standing in the center a crossroads with four different paths to choose from. "We'll split up here and meet back at Rivendale in an hour or so. And be careful: Orks have been reported in and around this area." With that, every one goes separate ways.
"It sure would be good to see Frodo again." Gimli comments as he walks down the path, "I've grown fond of the little fellow."
"Mainly because he's about your height?" Legolas chuckles as the Dwarf shoots him a dirty look.
"Shhh!" Aragon snaps raising his hand ordering them to stop.
While enjoying their breakfast, the wondering Hobbits and wizard encounter a noise that sounds like drumming and marching.
"Like, w-w-what's that noise?" Shaggy asks swallowing his food hard.
"Reah, rhat's rat roise?" parrots Scooby.
Gandalf listens for a while then replies, "Orks. They must have come across our trail during the night."
Frodo and Sam embrace each other. "We don't want to go through that again!" Merry whines. "Yeah!" agrees Pippin, "Last time, though, we were running away from those grim-looking guys with no faces and long cloaks." He shivers slightly.
"Like, creepee, man!" Shaggy exclaims as Scooby presses his head against his master's leg and whimpers softly.
"After hearing your account about those faceless freaks," Daphne comments, "I'm glad we're being chased after by Orks."
"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrg!" Merry and Pippin scream as an Ork leaps at them from the bushes.
"Run!" Freddie yells. That however, was quite useless: for about the time Freddie yelled that, everyone had scattered. "Hey!" Calls out Fred, "Don't leave me behind!" and quickly runs in the same direction of his comrades. He had not run a few yards when he realizes that the Orks were chasing him. "I've got to loose them!" Fred thinks to himself.
The blond man quickly picks up speed down the narrow and twisted path. He quickly dodges low hanging branches and leaps gracefully over whatever may be in his way. After running for what appears to be forever, Fred stops for a while to catch his breath. "Gosh," he pants, "I should have signed up for Track and Field back in high school. But no, I had to go for bowling!" He looks over his shoulder and notices that his pursuers are just a few feet away. "Time to start running, again." Sighs Fred, "Hey what's this?" He bends down and picks up a rock. It is almost perfectly round and about the size of a bowling ball and has three little grooves that look like holes. Fred's blue eyes narrow as he thinks quickly. "Let's see..." he ponders, "the path looks like the lanes in the bowling alley...perfect!" He quickly takes aim and rolls the rock down the path.
The Orks, not knowing of what is the significance of the rock, stand there and watch the rock roll towards them. Seconds later, they're knocked down by the collision and lye unconscious. "Strike!" Freddie exclaims jumping up and down in victory, "Now to find everyone else." And runs down the path.
A few moments later, "What's that?" Fred stops and looks around him, "Sounds like someone's following me." He looks down the path and sees a large Ork running towards him. "Oh no!" Fred pouts, "Not again!" He quickly turns and runs. A few yards later, Fred looks ahead with the only light produced by the moon and sees a large log in the middle of the road. "There's no way around it." Fred says to himself, "I'll have to jump!" Gaining speed, Freddie leaps over the log gracefully. However, his landing isn't quite perfect, he trips over a few branches, and falls on his back. As he lies there, unable to get up since he is trapped in the branches, he can hear the footsteps of the Ork becoming louder. "He'll be here soon." Fred thinks as beads of sweat begin to pour down his cheeks. "Aaaaah!" Fred screams as he looks up and sees the shadow of the Ork leaping over the log at him with sword in hand. Freddie quickly covers his eyes in fright. Instantly, an arrow is shot in between the attacker's eyes and he falls at Fred's feet.
Fred stares at the dead body lying at his feet. He doesn't yell or move since he is too terrified to even breath.
"Reddie!" a warm and familiar voice calls out to him. Fred turns his head and smiles at the sight of Scooby running towards him. "Scooby!" Fred exclaims in relief, "Boy, are you a sight for sore eyes!" Scooby jumps on Freddie and licks his sweaty face. Fred pulls his arm out of the branches and scratches him between the ears. "Like, Freddie," Shaggy asks as he approaches his friend, "what happened to you?" "I'll tell you after I have had a good long rest." Replies Fred as he gets up and brushes himself off. "By the way, who shot that arrow?"
Shaggy points to a group in the shadows a few feet away. Fred squints as he approaches them. There standing are the other Hobbits along with, Velma, Daphne, Gandalf, Aragon, Gimli, Legolas, and a four other men. Fred's face instantly turns red in rage when he notices the fact that Legolas is holding Daphne in his arms. "Oh yeah," Shaggy explains, "Daphne twisted her ankle while running." "Oh lucky her." Freddie says sarcastically.
"Come on." Gandalf instructs, "We better get out of the woods before some more Orks come. We're late enough as it is."
As everyone walk down the road, Daphne turns to Legolas and asks, "So Legolas, how old are you?"
"One thousand twenty-four." Is the reply.
"Jeepers! You look great for your age!"
"Yeah!" Velma chuckles in "Orlando Bloom is twenty-six and one of America's hottest bachelors!"
"Forget about Orlando Bloom," Daphne replies, "This elf is a lot cuter!" Velma just throws her head back and laughs.
"You said earlier that this Orlando Bloom played me in a movie is twenty-six?" Legolas asks reviving the discussion the girls had had with him earlier about the 'Lord of the Rings Trilogy' "Oh to be that age again."
"What do you mean?" inquires Velma.
"Simply this, I would be more active than I am now!" Legolas chuckles as the girls giggle.
"I'm beginning to get the felling that I don't like that Elf." Freddie whispers to Shaggy.
Shaggy shrugs and turns over to Sam. "Like, man...er...Hobbit, how long till we reach Rivendale?" "Not long, Shaggy." Is the reply, "Most likely no more than ten to fifteen minutes away." "Good!" Shaggy exclaims, "Like, Scooby and me are, like, starved!" "Reah!" barks Scooby in agreement, "Rarved!"
What seemed like an eternity later to Shaggy and Scooby, the company stop and Aragon calls out, "My friends, allow me to welcome you to Rivendale." As the dawn's early light peeks over the horizon, the city's high peaks sparkle majestically and the flowing streams glisten as if they are made of glass.
"It's beautiful!" Comments Daphne.